Love Bite.

A silver tongue slips out
to touch my lips and
make me high.
Body soaks and drowns
in the poison, the grimy
silver slime.
No spoken words of
sweet nothings, only
oozing feelings of
pseudo loyalty.
Sinking teeth flood my
bloodstream with promises
of pleasure and royalty.
Passionate serpent, capture
my heart and let it
break into an icy blue.
Love bitten with venom
intense, I lose my mind for you.
Infatuating enigma,
Tell me how I should
love without a heart?
Lascivious lover,
desire breaks the soul apart.
Coiled and ready, strike with
tastes of red.
Love bitten. Love bite.
Your venom I’ve bled.

By: Jermain Tjizo

Chances Are

Chances are

People won’t believe in teenage love stories.

Chances are

They will dismiss it as raging hormones

People don’t believe us

When we say we’re in love

But there are only so many ways that I can say

That I love him so much it hurts.

You knew me as a complete person

But I am incomplete because he has another part of me

Resting perilously in the palm of his hand

Risking an abrupt fall.

Chances are

You will not understand when I say

That breathing has become so difficult when I am not breathing his oxygen, his scent, his existence.

Chances are

You will not know how my heart swells in my chest and my throat because it is so filled with vulnerability.

I don’t think you know

Why I would stay if I cry

But crying in his presence

Is far better than dying in his absence.

Chances are

You think I’m crazy, because you’ve never felt this way so young.

But if young love was not true, I would have kept my heart to myself.

Chances are,

You do not understand.

 

By: Yasmina Silva